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Arvin felt the fatigue gnawing at his strength. every swipe and rip of his claws seemed to fall slower. His maw dribbled with the blood of the darkspawn he'd bitten and tore at. Dozens of small wounds marred the sleek form of the lynx. Thanks to his night vision, he was very good at avoiding most blows that would have caused major wounds, but getting close to the darkspawn as he'd done to attack gave them time to cut at him with smaller blades, or try to slice with their longer swords. Though he was tiring swiftly now. The myriads of cuts and stings did little to help his fatigued body. Though he did not actively use his mana for battle, staying in one form for too long took a draw from his power. Arvin rose up on his hind legs for a moment to attack a genlock, claws flashing for its face, ripping and shredding skin. The creature gave a cry of pain, clutching its ruined face and giving Arvin the time to finish it off. The lynx gave a renewed growl as he felt the healing spell wash over him, closing up many of the tiny wounds he'd had, and stopping the bleeding from some of the larger wounds.

With renewed vigor, the lynx tore at the dying genlock. The thinning of the group of darkspawn, the retreating demons and the fact that they had a healer was enough to spur him back to ferocity, wishing to end this quickly. Though he hadn't expected a hurlock to try and sneak up on him. The cries of the genlock beneath him had distracted him enough to not hear the clumsy darkspawn raise a large weapon behind him. A white bolt of magic stole his attention, making the cat flinch and recoil from the burst of sudden light. He'd thought at first it was aimed at him, but when it sped past, Arvin turned to follow its trail. The hurlock was about to bring down an axe in a great overhead swing, likely planning to bury it in Arvin's spine. The great cat was panting still, though he found a quick moment to turn in the direction the spell had come, nodding his thanks, the lynx pounced upon the frozen hurlock, riding it to the ground and with a wet crack, its head shattered beneath their combined weight.

Arvin could make out the two mages' staves in the darkness. Falling back to the pair, Arvin swiped at any darkspawn that came near. One mage seemed to be talking during the fight. Arvin's ears tuned him out to a background noise, not really paying attention. It wasn't like he could answer back anyways. One of them might have been the healer, and the one that had saved Arvin's life. Deciding to stay with the pair to provide extra protection, Arvin circled them, swiping and clawing at darkspawn whenever they came to attack them. Trying to coordinate with the mage that held a sword in one hand, and staff in the other. Sleek form of the lynx able to weave in and out of combat like the great hunter that it was.